These Earthy Things I Love
I never knew that smoke could be wet
until it was all the time.
Similarly, I never craved chamomile tea
until it became all I wanted.
I've spent quite some time
living in a yellow world
where you worked to build a lung
as I looked on through tea and glass.
You will never not smell like,
taste like, feel like earth.
And I am as thankful for that
as I am for how you are always close
when my hands won't seem to work.
Ever since you became a constant
the smoke hasn't stopped feeling like heavy liquid
and earth and tea leaves now grow thick
in the back of my throat.
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